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I see an opportunity to my right. A private room. I try the door and it opens. No one inside. Just an empty hospital bed and a gurney parked up alongside it. A dead body on top under a white sheet. The bed is made and there are daffodils in a nearby bin. I close the door behind me and flatten against the wall. Through a narrow pane of glass in the door I see the copper run past, yapping into his radio. He's heading for the lifts. They'll have this place locked down in no time.
I look at the person-shaped bump under the sheet. Can't be too long before a porter comes and collects the poor sod. I lurch over to the gurney and whip off the sheet. It's an old man with a naval tattoo on his forearm. I throw the sheet aside and haul him off the gurney by the armpits, his skin ice-cold to the
